toe2hoes
02-01-2009, 04:38 PM
F/FF (This Story was inspired by a tickle story I read years ago)
She paid the taxi driver the fare she then stepped out of the cab, and on looking up at the imposing four story building her smile faded.
Stacey Pugh hated living there, the matron was strict and the owner, Miss Phong, even stricter, but her mother had thought it would do her some good to get some discipline and value in her life and to try and manage on her own.
For the 'St Closset's finishing school for young Ladies' as the small pink oval shape sign above the door read, was quickly turning into a place sheer misery and boredom.
Her mother had lived here for a short time when she was younger and had felt it would strike the right balance of independence and discipline with her Daughter.
Her room was on the first floor, just down the hall from Miss Phong's office, and she always walked quietly whenever she passed the closed door.
Stacey knew that some of the other girls who had been in trouble from time to time and had been sent in there to see Miss Phong, but nobody ever said what transpired in there.
Miss Phong was already out of Stacey's mind when she placed the key in her door and found it was unlocked.
Must have forgot to lock it, she thought as she opened the door, but as she entered the room she was met by the stern stare of dorm matron Eva Miller, she was sitting on her bed and in her hand was Stacey's new mini skirt.
"What's this?" Eva demanded as she held the skimpy black garment up for Stacey to see.
"A skirt miss, What does it look like ?"
Stacey was furious to see Eva in her room rustling through her property.
"I darn well know what it is!" Eva stood up suddenly, towering over Stacey.
"You know the rules concerning clothing, and Impertinence will only get you in more trouble than you are now."
"I...Yes, ma'am," said Stacey. She did know the rules, and a mini skirt broke most of them.
Shit!, She shouldn't have left it on top of her bed.
"We'll have to see Miss Phong about this."
Eva held the skirt out toward Stacey, who took it and started to put it away.
"Don't put it away", she screamed "Put it ON."
"No, no please, Please don't tell Miss Phong. I'll keep it locked in my drawer from now on, promise."
"Oh Ohhh, It's too late for that young Lady, now Put it on!".
"Bu..but.do you have to stand there watching ?" pleaded Stacey.
"Just do as I say, young lady, or else it will be a darn site worse for you.
""Yes, ma'am."
Stacey slowly took off her clothes, feeling distinctly uncomfortable as she stood naked in front of Eva.
She put on the skirt, which helped a little, but not much.
It was a black one, the smallest of mini's and it couldn't have been any longer than 8" in length, and this skimpy little garment was showing off most if not all of her toned thighs.
Stacy tried tugging at the hem in a somewhat vain attempt to try and lengthen it,
"Can't we keep this quiet Mrs Miller, just between us ?"
but When she looked up at Eva, she saw there were a pair of handcuffs in Eva's hand.
"Now turn around and put your hands behind you".
Losing patients and feeling nervous Stacey replied "No! and What the fuck are those for?", and with that came a hard slap to the face.
"Don't you EVER use language like that to me"
"I..I'm not having those on, ohhh no" her feeling of self-consciousness was now turning to fear.
"For impertinent young ladies, and you certainly fit into that category, Miss Phong demands that her girls be restrained while facing disciplinary action."
Slowly, Stacey turned around and let Eva slip the cold steel cuffs around her wrists as she locked them in place.
She tested them to see if she could slip her hands out, but they were securely fastened and held tight together by the short chain.
Eva took Stacey by the arm, her nails digging in to her flesh and led her out of the room and down the corridor.
when they reached Miss Phong's office, Eva knocked six times, on the door in rapid succession, like a kind of code.
Stacey could feel her stomach churning, over and over, her heart beating ever more rapidly.
"Come in," said the muffled voice behind the door. Eva opened the door and pushed the captive Stacey in before her.
There stood straight in front of her was an small elderly oriental looking lady, she wore bright red clothing and shuffled around with her arms folded and rubbing her small bony hands together in a strange fashion.
"Oh my, What have we got here?" said Miss Phong.
She was staring Stacey up and down in a menacing sort of way, and the most noticeable feature was her ruby coloured inch long fingernails, perfectly manicured and filed to sharp points, and she was so small, quite tiny in fact and she wore her black but greying hair up high.
Her voice was calm, but in contrast her fingers were always animated, red nails constantly twitching away.
"What on earth is that garment you've got on, Miss Stacey?"
"Just a skirt, Miss Phong." Stacey was holding her head down in embarrassment from having been caught, forced to appear in the garment, and being restrained.
"I'm shocked to see you in this, quite shocked ! You've always followed the rules quite well."
"I wasn't wearing it until Eva made me put it on."
"Do not talk back to me, Miss Stacey. You're certainly in no position to argue are you ?.
" Miss Phong came from around the desk and stood next to Stacey. "Do you have your notepad ready, Eva?"
"As always, Miss Phong."
"Good. There are so many Rules here, I want you to write them down as I read them out".
She took a leather-bound book from her desk, opened it to a well-worn section, and used her index fingernail to run down the page. "Yes, Yes, here we are."
"RULE ONE: Clothing shall not reveal a young ladies back." As she said it, she ran a nail ever so lightly up Stacey's spine, causing her to twitch involuntarily.
"RULE TWO: All garments shall end BELOW THE KNEE." raising her voice at that rule. This time, she ran a nail down the back of her leg,
and down her thigh, again Stacey flinched as if an insect was walking on her thigh.
"RULE THREE: Bare midriff," as she said this she ran several nails across Stacey's stomach, which made her giggle briefly.
"Do you think this is funny, young lady?"
"No, Miss Phong."
"I certainly hope not young lady".
Stacey tried to step back, but Eva held her shoulders to prevent it.
Goose bumps formed on her chest.
"That's not the way for a young Lady to dress, and certainly not while she's under my roof"
"You do know that I will have to administer punishment, don't you dear ?"
"What kind of punishment, Miss Phong?" Stacey asked fearfully.
This seemed like punishment enough, but then Miss Phong obviously felt differently.
"There was also some impertinence, She swore at me" said Eva.
"Two hours then, then Eva"
"What punishment?" Stacey repeated. "Look, just let me go and I'll move out now, and we can forget about any punishment."
"You don't understand, Miss Stacey. When you signed the rental agreement, you also agreed to abide by the rules.
You have broken the rules and will be punished accordingly, at the conclusion of which you will be free to go....By
the way, that is another impertinence which will bring the total to two-and-a-half hours.
"Two and a half hours !" questioned Stacey.
Just then somebody knocked on the door.
"Open it, Eva," said Miss Phong.
My God, thought Stacey. Somebody else was going to see her like this! But when Eva opened the door, Stacey saw a most welcoming face, a face she knew, a face she loved, it was her Mother and she knew that she was saved.
As her Mother entered the room she stood there, hands on hips and looking not in the least amused, Stacey noticed how tall and powerful her Mother looked compared with the two other women.
Her Mother wore a smart grey business suit comprising of matching jacket and skirt ( worn well below the knee ) and a white blouse, her Mother being so tall donned a pair of flats as apposed to heels and her blond hair was worn in a short pony-tail.
"Hello Mrs Pugh" her Mother nodded sternly back in acknowledgment of Miss Phong.
"Stacey! Why..why, oh why girl ?."
Completely at a loss for words, her mother could only shake her head.
"Mother, tell them to let me go. Look what they've done." She turned around to show her mother the handcuffs.
"You were right to call me, Miss Phong. This is indeed shocking."
"But, Mother"
"Don't 'but, mother' me, young lady. It's about time you were accountable for the way you dress.
What is her punishment?"
"Two-and-half hours." replied Miss Phong
"No,no no, oh no !, make it the minimum, just one hour. She's a stubborn girl but not nearly as tough as me, so go easy."
"As you wish Mrs. Pugh, as you wish." Miss Phong looked both angry and disappointed.
Stacey noticed how Miss Phong whenever her Mothers back was turned looked the tall Woman up and down.
"Take her next door Eva" said Miss Phong.
Eva opened another door and she again took Stacey by the arm and led her inside.
Stacey looked pleadingly over her bare shoulder at her mother as Eva dragged her inside.
Miss Phong and Mrs. Pugh followed behind them. When she saw the device in the middle of the room, Stacey gasped and tried to get away from Eva who held her tightly.
It was a tall wooden frame with what looked like stocks with several holes parallel with the floor.
Higher up was a similar pair of stocks, only with a series of various-sized smaller holes.
"No, you're not going to put me in that. Mother, please don't let them do this to me."
"I'm sorry, Stacey," her mother whispered with genuine sympathy, "But you've got to learn, I've told Phong to take it easy on you."
Eva dragged her over to the device and set her legs inside the pair of holes that were bored into the wood.
Miss Phong close the hinged portion and locked it in place with a heavy padlock.
Stacey tried to pull free but it was useless. She felt Eva unlock her handcuffs, grasp her forearms, and lift them over her head so Miss Phong could lock them in place also.
Then Eva turned a crank set into the floor and the stocks holding Stacey's hands moved higher until her heels left the floor. At least the holes were padded with leather.
"Down a little, Eva," said Miss Phong, who watched her heels touch down again.
"There, that's perfect."
Stacey's mother quietly watched her helpless and scantly clad daughter be stretched out, then went over to her and gently touched her face.
"You poor dear, now just be strong"
"How could you? I'm your daughter for heavens sake, your much bigger and stronger than her, you can stop it, you can stop her easy "
"Yes, I know I can, but this for your own benefit and it's only because I love you, Someday you'll thank me for it."
Then she turned and left Stacey to her fate. yet again she noticed Phong staring at her Mother, her expression one of hate and contempt.
Never before had Stacey felt so scared and alone. With her body restrained and stretched out tightly, she could barely move at all.
This was a hundred times worse than the handcuffs. To make it worse, all she had on was that damned skimpy skirt. But despite her misery, there was a strange fascination with it as well.
Stacey then tried to compose herself and reassure herself that she could cope with whatever awaited her and anyway, it was only for an hour and it was, after all, a new experience, and if it was that bad her Mother would never have consented.
Eva and her mother were gone, but Miss Phong was still there observing her.
"Are you going to watch me for the entire hour ?"
One part of her wanted to be left alone, but another part was afraid Miss Phong wouldn't come back.
"Watch you ? Oh my, I guess you don't understand, This isn't the punishment, not at all. This is only to restrain you."
Miss Phong walked around Stacey and stood behind her.
"Are you going to whip me?"
"Whip you?" Miss Phong was genuinely taken aback. "Why, that would be barbaric. I am much more refined than that."
Stacey felt something lightly touch her back; she tried to move away, but couldn't get rid of it.
"I think there's a bug on my back, Miss Phong."
"A bug, Miss Stacey? No, there's no bug."
The "bug" moved up her back, across her shoulders, and back down again.
"What are you doing?"
"Beginning your lesson. If you're back wasn't bare, you wouldn't be able to feel this annoyance, would you?"
"No, Miss Phong."
Stacey tried twitching, but the crawling sensation followed her, never changing pressure.
Then it moved to her leg, and when Stacey looked down, saw that Miss Phong was drawing a red nail down the outside of her thigh. just above her knee, the nail moved to the inside of her thigh and back up nearly to her womanhood.
A similar torment was repeated on her other leg. She tried moving what little she could, but Miss Phong seemed to instinctively know when Stacey would try to escape the maddening sensation, and matched her movement with her own.
There was no fight left in Stacey, well very little just sheer exhaustion."
Returning to her legs, Miss Phong used a nail on each leg this time. It was far worse now.
"In the hands of an expert, like me, a nail can inflict unbearable torture without leaving a mark.
We had a device similar to the one holding you in our village when I was a girl.
More than once I was placed in it. I was naughty too in those days, but I soon changed my ways."
Miss Phong laughed as she remembered.
"Your own mother underwent four hours one night when she lived here."
"My mother?"
The shock of this disclosure made Stacey temporarily forget her torture. Her mother was the most balanced and correct person she knew.
"Yes, We caught her clad from head to toe in the most revealing lingerie, we caught her red handed in her room."
Stacey couldn't believe it. Not her mother!, and she certainly wouldn't succumb to this, never.
"We brought your mother into this very room and taught her better". Miss Phong continued.
"We kept the filthy, vulgar garments on her whilst she was disciplined, you see we couldn't excuse such behaviour in a young lady.
Years later, after she had become the Woman she is now, she returned and thanked us. Yes, we've only begun, Miss Stacey.You're nearly as naked as your mother was and we're going to work all over your body."
"I know you're lying, my mother's a strong, no-nonsense type, in fact quite domineering, she'd never let a wicked little witch like you have her".
"Is that so, Stacey, haa haa haa" Miss Phong just laughed.
" I shall tell my Mother about all these lies you've been telling me, she's bigger and toughter than you and she'll sort you out, just you wait"
Miss Phong ignored Stacy's ramblings and began circling her captive and then suddenly Stacey fathomed the true meaning of terror when she felt Miss Phong move past her waist and place her nails on her abdomen.
"No," she pleaded, but before she could say anything else, laughter erupted from the bottom of her soul as all ten nails suddenly rippled from her belly button to her sides, then back again.
She screamed and thrashed and arched her back to escape, but there was no mercy.
After a minute, the torture abated until Miss Phong was only using one nail from each hand along her ribs.
Between giggles, Stacey said, "That tickles." The understatement of the year, she realized as soon as she said it.
"Of course it does,that's the idea Miss Stacey," Miss Phong said mockingly.
Then she rippled all five nails up and down her ribs, poking and prodding, all the time staring at Stacey whilst probing for weaknesses.
This went on for several minutes until Stacey's struggles and screams were growing weak.
Then only two nails quietly worked until Stacey's breathing slowed down, But Miss Phong never stopped entirely.
She would keep it up just enough to ensure that Stacey was always giggling, if just a little.
Miss Phong reached up to where Stacey's hands were clamped tight, and for a moment she thought she would be released. But that was not to be.
The nails, with their insidious rippling motion, began working from her trapped ankles down to her feet.
Stacey moaned with anguish as she realized what was going to happen.
As the nails reached the inside of her arches, she knew that her torturer was indeed an expert and was going to draw this out;
Miss Phong fully understood what was going through Stacey's mind.
Down the inside of her long slender feet, the nails travelled, rippling and moving back and forth in a random pattern, but moving steadily downward just the same.
Stacey noticed Miss Phong became a little more excited whenever she neared her feet.
Her entire body tensed against the coming onslaught, but right before the nails reached her exposed soles, they moved to her heels instead, and then back down to her pads.
Stacey let out a loud cry as she crunched her toes up tightly, this was by far the worst.
Stacey screeched and opened her eyes when Miss Phong grasped her ankle with one hand, and touched her bare sole with one nail from the other.
The tension came back as she waited for the nail to move, to torture her, to be joined by the others.
She looked into Miss Phong's eyes and saw such wickedness. The nail lifted and stroked from the top of her foot to the bottom.
Stacey squealed and tried to pull her hands free. The nail returned to its resting place in the centre of her sole.
"Yessss," cooed Miss Phong.
Then she stroked downward again, and again Stacey tried to pull her arms down to protect her exposed helpless feet.
More slowly Miss Phong repeated the manoeuvre, causing Stacey to, instead of laugh now cry and attempt to twist away from the torturing nail.
"Just one little nail, Miss Stacey. It's just one nail, and such big sensitive feet, just like you're Mother,
now you know what's coming next,don't you ?"
"Yes, Miss Phong," she sobbed, although she preyed her torturess would show mercy.
Like lightning, all five nails went to work on her bare sole, then it stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
Stacey cried for several seconds after it had stopped and the one nail had returned to its spot.
"Tell me, young lady, are you going to dress like a Lady from now on ?"
"Noooooooooooooooo, ahhhhhhhhhhh" (SOB, SOB)."
"Wrong answer,very well !" and the nails attacked again, only more severally and for longer. The screaming and crying was deafening.
After the torture stopped, Miss Phong repeated the question.
"Nooo, You evil witchhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa, nooooo (sob, sob, sob)."
"Wrong again." With that, Miss Phong went to the other foot and worked for several minutes, only this time using her tongue as well as her fingers on the poor young girls long slender toes.
During the ordeal, Stacey tried to submit, to succumb to the ordeal, but was unable to finish a sentence without screaming. and when it finally stopped, Stacey whispered into the ear of her tormentor,
"I give, you win, no more please, I'll dress like a Lady" and with that proud Stacey sobbed uncontrollably."
"That's the right answer my girl, You're learning at last. But we're not finished yet, ohh no."
"Please, Miss Phong,(sob) I've learned my lesson. Please don't torture me any more."
"Don't beg, girl. Have some pride, you really are your Mothers Daughter aren't you."
She placed the tips of five nails on each of Stacey's toes.
"Please," Stacey cried weakly, this was the worst day of her life.
She wished more than anything to be set free, to put on some clothes, to be anywhere other than clamped in this damned torture device in a little skirt with her arms over her head and ten red nails resting in her toes, unable to bring her arms down or protect herself in any way.
The nails remained in place, drawing out the inevitable, ten sharp points just waiting in their assigned place.
Stacey moaned as she waited for it to begin.
"Hold your head up, young lady, ahh if only you had worn nylons, it's even worst wearing nylons, they intensify the tickling, as well as looking so deliciously tempting, ohh if only."
Slowly, Stacey lifted her head and looked Miss Phong straight in the eyes, she'd stopped crying.
She was lying about her mother, she wouldn't have undergone this torture, not at the hands of this evil little witch.
Defiance came into her eyes, despite the fearsome nails resting on her toes.
"Okay, Miss Phong. Give me your best."
And she did, and this time there was no respite. The nails worked up and down her toes, across her soles,
back up her sides, and even up to her legs.
Stacey screamed, yowled, sobbed, tittered, and fought every second.
She tried to pull free, arching her back and thrashing and wiggling back and forth, but there was no escape, no mercy.
Her entire being became aware of only the nails on her stretched, skirt-clad body.
Miss Phong was tickling like a mad Woman beads of sweat run down the oriental Woman's neck and strands of hair were stuck to her forehead
she was gritting her teeth and giving the helpless Stacey all she had.
She became aware that Miss Phong's fingers were disappearing up her tiny skirt, Phong was working on all parts of her body.
It was so sadistic and she was so merciless.
She began to beg again but it didn't matter if she begged or cried, for Miss Phong cared not one bit.
Stacey was being owned by this little witch and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
The nails had been skittering up her soles and thighs when from far away, Stacey heard a voice other than her own, suddenly the nails stopped, just as they were at the very top of her thighs.
Stacey saw through her blurred vision that two other people were in the room.
As she focused, she saw they were Eva and her mother.
Her mother was wearing a short strapless sundress, something that Stacey found so strange under the circumstances, and on glancing down to her mother's legs noticed she was wearing pantyhose, sheer black pantyhose, In fact, she couldn't remember seeing her mother in anything like that before in public.
Her mother shouted "STOP, Phong ! I said stop now, this instant" and she came over and unlocked Stacey's feet;
"Can you stand, dear?" "I think so Mom."
"Ahh I see the mighty Mrs Pugh has returned, good...this is very good" said Miss Phong.
Then her mother reached up and freed Stacey's hands.
Her arms mercifully came down as her mother held her, stroking her damp hair.
"There, there, it's over now, I won't let her torture you anymore, Mother's here now, your safe"
" thank god, I knew you'd rescue me, I knew it"
" I went home to think, to contemplate my dear. Whilst I was home I"...Mrs Pugh tried to make some sense of her actions, and continued
"I went home to change, but I've been back a while, I was with Eva, listening outside in the hall, and I couldn't let her torture you anymore"
" Thank goodness, please keep her away from me"
"like I said, I won't let her torture you again, your Mothers here now darling, it's over".
"For HER , at least," said Miss Phong.
Mrs. Pugh let go of her daughter and stepped over to the device, her head bowed and began removing her long flat
shoes before placing her nyloned feet in the holes.
With a huge grin on her face Miss Phong handed Stacey one of the padlocks.
"Lock her in place, quickly, come on quickly girl."
"What? I--I can't do that, no no, mother what the hell are you doing?".
"Do it, just do it" commanded her mother. "It's part of the bloody stinking contract dear."
"What contract, Mom?"
Miss Phong explained. "When a young lady's mother agrees for her daughter to be punished, it's with the understanding that she will also submit herself to it, should she abort the punishment before the agreed time span",
Phong began grinning from ear to ear and continued,
"your mother consented to one hour and has gone back on her agreement, so now SHE shall pay the price"
"I only ever wanted what's best for you, Stace, even if it means (choke) this," there was a look of real horror on her mother's face.
Stacey bent down and locked her mother's feet in place.
Her mother's big long slender nyloned feet wiggled nervously, and looking upwards between her knees she noticed her mother's pantyhose were crotchless, something that didn't go unoticed by Miss Phong either.
Then as her mother lifted her arms, Stacey reluctantly locked them in place also.
Miss Phong then knelt at Mrs Pugh's feet and checked Stacey had secured her Mothers feet properly, she left nothing to chance.
nothing at all, and as she tugged on the nyloned feet she lowered her head and inhaled.
" Ahhh, that sweet pongy whiff, I'm so so glad you aborted your precious Daughters torture, now I'll have some real fun"
Phong stood back up and screamed at Eva "Stretch her out, stretch her good, real good," the little witch began rubbing her hands and licking her lips, even Eva looked shocked at her excitement.
"I've not seen her this excited in years" Eva whispered into Stacey's ear.
Stacey turned the crank until her mother's feet lifted slightly, then down again--just like it had been done to her.
Miss Phong was like a coiled spring, struggling to hold herself back, she couldn't wait to get at the Powerful Mrs Pugh.
Stacey looked down at her mother and noted how sexy she still was, how tall, yet how helpless she now was, stretched out in her strapless dress as Stacey had been just moments before.
"I love you Mom, please don't let her do this, please."
A smirking Miss Phong placed a blanket around Stacey's shoulders and gestured Eva to take her away.
Her Mother started to take quick rapid breaths, almost hyperventilating
As she was led toward the door, she turned around and saw Miss Phong moving fast, reaching toward her mother's nylon feet.
Phong was again sniffing at her Mother's feet, taunting her new captive about the tortures that lay ahead.
The hysterics had started before she even reached the door, then became louder and louder as Eva opened and then closed it behind her.
"Ssushh, be quiet and listen, just listen to big, powerful, high and mighty Mrs Pugh, crying" said a smiling Eva,
and with that her Mother's screams turned into loud sobbing, matched only by Miss Phong's wicked piercing laughter, and has her Mother's crying and begging became louder and louder so Miss Phong's wicked laughter became hysterical.
"No, let me back in there...PLEASE, she's mad"
"It's a wonder the whole dorm can't hear your sissy Mother crying like a girl, anyway it's no use helping her now, she belongs to Miss Phong"
and as Eva led the tearful Stacey away, so the merciless torturous tickling continued, over and over, long and relentlessly into the night.
Next: A night at Miss Phong's - ( A Mother's breakdown)
She paid the taxi driver the fare she then stepped out of the cab, and on looking up at the imposing four story building her smile faded.
Stacey Pugh hated living there, the matron was strict and the owner, Miss Phong, even stricter, but her mother had thought it would do her some good to get some discipline and value in her life and to try and manage on her own.
For the 'St Closset's finishing school for young Ladies' as the small pink oval shape sign above the door read, was quickly turning into a place sheer misery and boredom.
Her mother had lived here for a short time when she was younger and had felt it would strike the right balance of independence and discipline with her Daughter.
Her room was on the first floor, just down the hall from Miss Phong's office, and she always walked quietly whenever she passed the closed door.
Stacey knew that some of the other girls who had been in trouble from time to time and had been sent in there to see Miss Phong, but nobody ever said what transpired in there.
Miss Phong was already out of Stacey's mind when she placed the key in her door and found it was unlocked.
Must have forgot to lock it, she thought as she opened the door, but as she entered the room she was met by the stern stare of dorm matron Eva Miller, she was sitting on her bed and in her hand was Stacey's new mini skirt.
"What's this?" Eva demanded as she held the skimpy black garment up for Stacey to see.
"A skirt miss, What does it look like ?"
Stacey was furious to see Eva in her room rustling through her property.
"I darn well know what it is!" Eva stood up suddenly, towering over Stacey.
"You know the rules concerning clothing, and Impertinence will only get you in more trouble than you are now."
"I...Yes, ma'am," said Stacey. She did know the rules, and a mini skirt broke most of them.
Shit!, She shouldn't have left it on top of her bed.
"We'll have to see Miss Phong about this."
Eva held the skirt out toward Stacey, who took it and started to put it away.
"Don't put it away", she screamed "Put it ON."
"No, no please, Please don't tell Miss Phong. I'll keep it locked in my drawer from now on, promise."
"Oh Ohhh, It's too late for that young Lady, now Put it on!".
"Bu..but.do you have to stand there watching ?" pleaded Stacey.
"Just do as I say, young lady, or else it will be a darn site worse for you.
""Yes, ma'am."
Stacey slowly took off her clothes, feeling distinctly uncomfortable as she stood naked in front of Eva.
She put on the skirt, which helped a little, but not much.
It was a black one, the smallest of mini's and it couldn't have been any longer than 8" in length, and this skimpy little garment was showing off most if not all of her toned thighs.
Stacy tried tugging at the hem in a somewhat vain attempt to try and lengthen it,
"Can't we keep this quiet Mrs Miller, just between us ?"
but When she looked up at Eva, she saw there were a pair of handcuffs in Eva's hand.
"Now turn around and put your hands behind you".
Losing patients and feeling nervous Stacey replied "No! and What the fuck are those for?", and with that came a hard slap to the face.
"Don't you EVER use language like that to me"
"I..I'm not having those on, ohhh no" her feeling of self-consciousness was now turning to fear.
"For impertinent young ladies, and you certainly fit into that category, Miss Phong demands that her girls be restrained while facing disciplinary action."
Slowly, Stacey turned around and let Eva slip the cold steel cuffs around her wrists as she locked them in place.
She tested them to see if she could slip her hands out, but they were securely fastened and held tight together by the short chain.
Eva took Stacey by the arm, her nails digging in to her flesh and led her out of the room and down the corridor.
when they reached Miss Phong's office, Eva knocked six times, on the door in rapid succession, like a kind of code.
Stacey could feel her stomach churning, over and over, her heart beating ever more rapidly.
"Come in," said the muffled voice behind the door. Eva opened the door and pushed the captive Stacey in before her.
There stood straight in front of her was an small elderly oriental looking lady, she wore bright red clothing and shuffled around with her arms folded and rubbing her small bony hands together in a strange fashion.
"Oh my, What have we got here?" said Miss Phong.
She was staring Stacey up and down in a menacing sort of way, and the most noticeable feature was her ruby coloured inch long fingernails, perfectly manicured and filed to sharp points, and she was so small, quite tiny in fact and she wore her black but greying hair up high.
Her voice was calm, but in contrast her fingers were always animated, red nails constantly twitching away.
"What on earth is that garment you've got on, Miss Stacey?"
"Just a skirt, Miss Phong." Stacey was holding her head down in embarrassment from having been caught, forced to appear in the garment, and being restrained.
"I'm shocked to see you in this, quite shocked ! You've always followed the rules quite well."
"I wasn't wearing it until Eva made me put it on."
"Do not talk back to me, Miss Stacey. You're certainly in no position to argue are you ?.
" Miss Phong came from around the desk and stood next to Stacey. "Do you have your notepad ready, Eva?"
"As always, Miss Phong."
"Good. There are so many Rules here, I want you to write them down as I read them out".
She took a leather-bound book from her desk, opened it to a well-worn section, and used her index fingernail to run down the page. "Yes, Yes, here we are."
"RULE ONE: Clothing shall not reveal a young ladies back." As she said it, she ran a nail ever so lightly up Stacey's spine, causing her to twitch involuntarily.
"RULE TWO: All garments shall end BELOW THE KNEE." raising her voice at that rule. This time, she ran a nail down the back of her leg,
and down her thigh, again Stacey flinched as if an insect was walking on her thigh.
"RULE THREE: Bare midriff," as she said this she ran several nails across Stacey's stomach, which made her giggle briefly.
"Do you think this is funny, young lady?"
"No, Miss Phong."
"I certainly hope not young lady".
Stacey tried to step back, but Eva held her shoulders to prevent it.
Goose bumps formed on her chest.
"That's not the way for a young Lady to dress, and certainly not while she's under my roof"
"You do know that I will have to administer punishment, don't you dear ?"
"What kind of punishment, Miss Phong?" Stacey asked fearfully.
This seemed like punishment enough, but then Miss Phong obviously felt differently.
"There was also some impertinence, She swore at me" said Eva.
"Two hours then, then Eva"
"What punishment?" Stacey repeated. "Look, just let me go and I'll move out now, and we can forget about any punishment."
"You don't understand, Miss Stacey. When you signed the rental agreement, you also agreed to abide by the rules.
You have broken the rules and will be punished accordingly, at the conclusion of which you will be free to go....By
the way, that is another impertinence which will bring the total to two-and-a-half hours.
"Two and a half hours !" questioned Stacey.
Just then somebody knocked on the door.
"Open it, Eva," said Miss Phong.
My God, thought Stacey. Somebody else was going to see her like this! But when Eva opened the door, Stacey saw a most welcoming face, a face she knew, a face she loved, it was her Mother and she knew that she was saved.
As her Mother entered the room she stood there, hands on hips and looking not in the least amused, Stacey noticed how tall and powerful her Mother looked compared with the two other women.
Her Mother wore a smart grey business suit comprising of matching jacket and skirt ( worn well below the knee ) and a white blouse, her Mother being so tall donned a pair of flats as apposed to heels and her blond hair was worn in a short pony-tail.
"Hello Mrs Pugh" her Mother nodded sternly back in acknowledgment of Miss Phong.
"Stacey! Why..why, oh why girl ?."
Completely at a loss for words, her mother could only shake her head.
"Mother, tell them to let me go. Look what they've done." She turned around to show her mother the handcuffs.
"You were right to call me, Miss Phong. This is indeed shocking."
"But, Mother"
"Don't 'but, mother' me, young lady. It's about time you were accountable for the way you dress.
What is her punishment?"
"Two-and-half hours." replied Miss Phong
"No,no no, oh no !, make it the minimum, just one hour. She's a stubborn girl but not nearly as tough as me, so go easy."
"As you wish Mrs. Pugh, as you wish." Miss Phong looked both angry and disappointed.
Stacey noticed how Miss Phong whenever her Mothers back was turned looked the tall Woman up and down.
"Take her next door Eva" said Miss Phong.
Eva opened another door and she again took Stacey by the arm and led her inside.
Stacey looked pleadingly over her bare shoulder at her mother as Eva dragged her inside.
Miss Phong and Mrs. Pugh followed behind them. When she saw the device in the middle of the room, Stacey gasped and tried to get away from Eva who held her tightly.
It was a tall wooden frame with what looked like stocks with several holes parallel with the floor.
Higher up was a similar pair of stocks, only with a series of various-sized smaller holes.
"No, you're not going to put me in that. Mother, please don't let them do this to me."
"I'm sorry, Stacey," her mother whispered with genuine sympathy, "But you've got to learn, I've told Phong to take it easy on you."
Eva dragged her over to the device and set her legs inside the pair of holes that were bored into the wood.
Miss Phong close the hinged portion and locked it in place with a heavy padlock.
Stacey tried to pull free but it was useless. She felt Eva unlock her handcuffs, grasp her forearms, and lift them over her head so Miss Phong could lock them in place also.
Then Eva turned a crank set into the floor and the stocks holding Stacey's hands moved higher until her heels left the floor. At least the holes were padded with leather.
"Down a little, Eva," said Miss Phong, who watched her heels touch down again.
"There, that's perfect."
Stacey's mother quietly watched her helpless and scantly clad daughter be stretched out, then went over to her and gently touched her face.
"You poor dear, now just be strong"
"How could you? I'm your daughter for heavens sake, your much bigger and stronger than her, you can stop it, you can stop her easy "
"Yes, I know I can, but this for your own benefit and it's only because I love you, Someday you'll thank me for it."
Then she turned and left Stacey to her fate. yet again she noticed Phong staring at her Mother, her expression one of hate and contempt.
Never before had Stacey felt so scared and alone. With her body restrained and stretched out tightly, she could barely move at all.
This was a hundred times worse than the handcuffs. To make it worse, all she had on was that damned skimpy skirt. But despite her misery, there was a strange fascination with it as well.
Stacey then tried to compose herself and reassure herself that she could cope with whatever awaited her and anyway, it was only for an hour and it was, after all, a new experience, and if it was that bad her Mother would never have consented.
Eva and her mother were gone, but Miss Phong was still there observing her.
"Are you going to watch me for the entire hour ?"
One part of her wanted to be left alone, but another part was afraid Miss Phong wouldn't come back.
"Watch you ? Oh my, I guess you don't understand, This isn't the punishment, not at all. This is only to restrain you."
Miss Phong walked around Stacey and stood behind her.
"Are you going to whip me?"
"Whip you?" Miss Phong was genuinely taken aback. "Why, that would be barbaric. I am much more refined than that."
Stacey felt something lightly touch her back; she tried to move away, but couldn't get rid of it.
"I think there's a bug on my back, Miss Phong."
"A bug, Miss Stacey? No, there's no bug."
The "bug" moved up her back, across her shoulders, and back down again.
"What are you doing?"
"Beginning your lesson. If you're back wasn't bare, you wouldn't be able to feel this annoyance, would you?"
"No, Miss Phong."
Stacey tried twitching, but the crawling sensation followed her, never changing pressure.
Then it moved to her leg, and when Stacey looked down, saw that Miss Phong was drawing a red nail down the outside of her thigh. just above her knee, the nail moved to the inside of her thigh and back up nearly to her womanhood.
A similar torment was repeated on her other leg. She tried moving what little she could, but Miss Phong seemed to instinctively know when Stacey would try to escape the maddening sensation, and matched her movement with her own.
There was no fight left in Stacey, well very little just sheer exhaustion."
Returning to her legs, Miss Phong used a nail on each leg this time. It was far worse now.
"In the hands of an expert, like me, a nail can inflict unbearable torture without leaving a mark.
We had a device similar to the one holding you in our village when I was a girl.
More than once I was placed in it. I was naughty too in those days, but I soon changed my ways."
Miss Phong laughed as she remembered.
"Your own mother underwent four hours one night when she lived here."
"My mother?"
The shock of this disclosure made Stacey temporarily forget her torture. Her mother was the most balanced and correct person she knew.
"Yes, We caught her clad from head to toe in the most revealing lingerie, we caught her red handed in her room."
Stacey couldn't believe it. Not her mother!, and she certainly wouldn't succumb to this, never.
"We brought your mother into this very room and taught her better". Miss Phong continued.
"We kept the filthy, vulgar garments on her whilst she was disciplined, you see we couldn't excuse such behaviour in a young lady.
Years later, after she had become the Woman she is now, she returned and thanked us. Yes, we've only begun, Miss Stacey.You're nearly as naked as your mother was and we're going to work all over your body."
"I know you're lying, my mother's a strong, no-nonsense type, in fact quite domineering, she'd never let a wicked little witch like you have her".
"Is that so, Stacey, haa haa haa" Miss Phong just laughed.
" I shall tell my Mother about all these lies you've been telling me, she's bigger and toughter than you and she'll sort you out, just you wait"
Miss Phong ignored Stacy's ramblings and began circling her captive and then suddenly Stacey fathomed the true meaning of terror when she felt Miss Phong move past her waist and place her nails on her abdomen.
"No," she pleaded, but before she could say anything else, laughter erupted from the bottom of her soul as all ten nails suddenly rippled from her belly button to her sides, then back again.
She screamed and thrashed and arched her back to escape, but there was no mercy.
After a minute, the torture abated until Miss Phong was only using one nail from each hand along her ribs.
Between giggles, Stacey said, "That tickles." The understatement of the year, she realized as soon as she said it.
"Of course it does,that's the idea Miss Stacey," Miss Phong said mockingly.
Then she rippled all five nails up and down her ribs, poking and prodding, all the time staring at Stacey whilst probing for weaknesses.
This went on for several minutes until Stacey's struggles and screams were growing weak.
Then only two nails quietly worked until Stacey's breathing slowed down, But Miss Phong never stopped entirely.
She would keep it up just enough to ensure that Stacey was always giggling, if just a little.
Miss Phong reached up to where Stacey's hands were clamped tight, and for a moment she thought she would be released. But that was not to be.
The nails, with their insidious rippling motion, began working from her trapped ankles down to her feet.
Stacey moaned with anguish as she realized what was going to happen.
As the nails reached the inside of her arches, she knew that her torturer was indeed an expert and was going to draw this out;
Miss Phong fully understood what was going through Stacey's mind.
Down the inside of her long slender feet, the nails travelled, rippling and moving back and forth in a random pattern, but moving steadily downward just the same.
Stacey noticed Miss Phong became a little more excited whenever she neared her feet.
Her entire body tensed against the coming onslaught, but right before the nails reached her exposed soles, they moved to her heels instead, and then back down to her pads.
Stacey let out a loud cry as she crunched her toes up tightly, this was by far the worst.
Stacey screeched and opened her eyes when Miss Phong grasped her ankle with one hand, and touched her bare sole with one nail from the other.
The tension came back as she waited for the nail to move, to torture her, to be joined by the others.
She looked into Miss Phong's eyes and saw such wickedness. The nail lifted and stroked from the top of her foot to the bottom.
Stacey squealed and tried to pull her hands free. The nail returned to its resting place in the centre of her sole.
"Yessss," cooed Miss Phong.
Then she stroked downward again, and again Stacey tried to pull her arms down to protect her exposed helpless feet.
More slowly Miss Phong repeated the manoeuvre, causing Stacey to, instead of laugh now cry and attempt to twist away from the torturing nail.
"Just one little nail, Miss Stacey. It's just one nail, and such big sensitive feet, just like you're Mother,
now you know what's coming next,don't you ?"
"Yes, Miss Phong," she sobbed, although she preyed her torturess would show mercy.
Like lightning, all five nails went to work on her bare sole, then it stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
Stacey cried for several seconds after it had stopped and the one nail had returned to its spot.
"Tell me, young lady, are you going to dress like a Lady from now on ?"
"Noooooooooooooooo, ahhhhhhhhhhh" (SOB, SOB)."
"Wrong answer,very well !" and the nails attacked again, only more severally and for longer. The screaming and crying was deafening.
After the torture stopped, Miss Phong repeated the question.
"Nooo, You evil witchhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa, nooooo (sob, sob, sob)."
"Wrong again." With that, Miss Phong went to the other foot and worked for several minutes, only this time using her tongue as well as her fingers on the poor young girls long slender toes.
During the ordeal, Stacey tried to submit, to succumb to the ordeal, but was unable to finish a sentence without screaming. and when it finally stopped, Stacey whispered into the ear of her tormentor,
"I give, you win, no more please, I'll dress like a Lady" and with that proud Stacey sobbed uncontrollably."
"That's the right answer my girl, You're learning at last. But we're not finished yet, ohh no."
"Please, Miss Phong,(sob) I've learned my lesson. Please don't torture me any more."
"Don't beg, girl. Have some pride, you really are your Mothers Daughter aren't you."
She placed the tips of five nails on each of Stacey's toes.
"Please," Stacey cried weakly, this was the worst day of her life.
She wished more than anything to be set free, to put on some clothes, to be anywhere other than clamped in this damned torture device in a little skirt with her arms over her head and ten red nails resting in her toes, unable to bring her arms down or protect herself in any way.
The nails remained in place, drawing out the inevitable, ten sharp points just waiting in their assigned place.
Stacey moaned as she waited for it to begin.
"Hold your head up, young lady, ahh if only you had worn nylons, it's even worst wearing nylons, they intensify the tickling, as well as looking so deliciously tempting, ohh if only."
Slowly, Stacey lifted her head and looked Miss Phong straight in the eyes, she'd stopped crying.
She was lying about her mother, she wouldn't have undergone this torture, not at the hands of this evil little witch.
Defiance came into her eyes, despite the fearsome nails resting on her toes.
"Okay, Miss Phong. Give me your best."
And she did, and this time there was no respite. The nails worked up and down her toes, across her soles,
back up her sides, and even up to her legs.
Stacey screamed, yowled, sobbed, tittered, and fought every second.
She tried to pull free, arching her back and thrashing and wiggling back and forth, but there was no escape, no mercy.
Her entire being became aware of only the nails on her stretched, skirt-clad body.
Miss Phong was tickling like a mad Woman beads of sweat run down the oriental Woman's neck and strands of hair were stuck to her forehead
she was gritting her teeth and giving the helpless Stacey all she had.
She became aware that Miss Phong's fingers were disappearing up her tiny skirt, Phong was working on all parts of her body.
It was so sadistic and she was so merciless.
She began to beg again but it didn't matter if she begged or cried, for Miss Phong cared not one bit.
Stacey was being owned by this little witch and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
The nails had been skittering up her soles and thighs when from far away, Stacey heard a voice other than her own, suddenly the nails stopped, just as they were at the very top of her thighs.
Stacey saw through her blurred vision that two other people were in the room.
As she focused, she saw they were Eva and her mother.
Her mother was wearing a short strapless sundress, something that Stacey found so strange under the circumstances, and on glancing down to her mother's legs noticed she was wearing pantyhose, sheer black pantyhose, In fact, she couldn't remember seeing her mother in anything like that before in public.
Her mother shouted "STOP, Phong ! I said stop now, this instant" and she came over and unlocked Stacey's feet;
"Can you stand, dear?" "I think so Mom."
"Ahh I see the mighty Mrs Pugh has returned, good...this is very good" said Miss Phong.
Then her mother reached up and freed Stacey's hands.
Her arms mercifully came down as her mother held her, stroking her damp hair.
"There, there, it's over now, I won't let her torture you anymore, Mother's here now, your safe"
" thank god, I knew you'd rescue me, I knew it"
" I went home to think, to contemplate my dear. Whilst I was home I"...Mrs Pugh tried to make some sense of her actions, and continued
"I went home to change, but I've been back a while, I was with Eva, listening outside in the hall, and I couldn't let her torture you anymore"
" Thank goodness, please keep her away from me"
"like I said, I won't let her torture you again, your Mothers here now darling, it's over".
"For HER , at least," said Miss Phong.
Mrs. Pugh let go of her daughter and stepped over to the device, her head bowed and began removing her long flat
shoes before placing her nyloned feet in the holes.
With a huge grin on her face Miss Phong handed Stacey one of the padlocks.
"Lock her in place, quickly, come on quickly girl."
"What? I--I can't do that, no no, mother what the hell are you doing?".
"Do it, just do it" commanded her mother. "It's part of the bloody stinking contract dear."
"What contract, Mom?"
Miss Phong explained. "When a young lady's mother agrees for her daughter to be punished, it's with the understanding that she will also submit herself to it, should she abort the punishment before the agreed time span",
Phong began grinning from ear to ear and continued,
"your mother consented to one hour and has gone back on her agreement, so now SHE shall pay the price"
"I only ever wanted what's best for you, Stace, even if it means (choke) this," there was a look of real horror on her mother's face.
Stacey bent down and locked her mother's feet in place.
Her mother's big long slender nyloned feet wiggled nervously, and looking upwards between her knees she noticed her mother's pantyhose were crotchless, something that didn't go unoticed by Miss Phong either.
Then as her mother lifted her arms, Stacey reluctantly locked them in place also.
Miss Phong then knelt at Mrs Pugh's feet and checked Stacey had secured her Mothers feet properly, she left nothing to chance.
nothing at all, and as she tugged on the nyloned feet she lowered her head and inhaled.
" Ahhh, that sweet pongy whiff, I'm so so glad you aborted your precious Daughters torture, now I'll have some real fun"
Phong stood back up and screamed at Eva "Stretch her out, stretch her good, real good," the little witch began rubbing her hands and licking her lips, even Eva looked shocked at her excitement.
"I've not seen her this excited in years" Eva whispered into Stacey's ear.
Stacey turned the crank until her mother's feet lifted slightly, then down again--just like it had been done to her.
Miss Phong was like a coiled spring, struggling to hold herself back, she couldn't wait to get at the Powerful Mrs Pugh.
Stacey looked down at her mother and noted how sexy she still was, how tall, yet how helpless she now was, stretched out in her strapless dress as Stacey had been just moments before.
"I love you Mom, please don't let her do this, please."
A smirking Miss Phong placed a blanket around Stacey's shoulders and gestured Eva to take her away.
Her Mother started to take quick rapid breaths, almost hyperventilating
As she was led toward the door, she turned around and saw Miss Phong moving fast, reaching toward her mother's nylon feet.
Phong was again sniffing at her Mother's feet, taunting her new captive about the tortures that lay ahead.
The hysterics had started before she even reached the door, then became louder and louder as Eva opened and then closed it behind her.
"Ssushh, be quiet and listen, just listen to big, powerful, high and mighty Mrs Pugh, crying" said a smiling Eva,
and with that her Mother's screams turned into loud sobbing, matched only by Miss Phong's wicked piercing laughter, and has her Mother's crying and begging became louder and louder so Miss Phong's wicked laughter became hysterical.
"No, let me back in there...PLEASE, she's mad"
"It's a wonder the whole dorm can't hear your sissy Mother crying like a girl, anyway it's no use helping her now, she belongs to Miss Phong"
and as Eva led the tearful Stacey away, so the merciless torturous tickling continued, over and over, long and relentlessly into the night.
Next: A night at Miss Phong's - ( A Mother's breakdown)